The sort of sad I feel is straight to the bones. Its an aching, dull sort of pain that constantly tires you out and drags you down. It's the sort of sadness that settles in your muscles and leaks into your bloodstream with every sideways, crooked beat of your heart. It makes your every cell feel heavy and weak, like s...
Louis has a habit of not complaining. Harry hates it because, sometimes if you don’t complain, bad things happen; like ending up in the ICU. This is the OFFICIAL VERSION please note that there are four or five R rated scenes that have been moved to another site to keep this story un-privated. The links are provided in...